Bus Buddies

Bus Buddies

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As I walked outside to wait for the bus the air was heavy with humidity. It was raining a light, steady rain and the sky was overcast. It matched my mood perfectly. It was a Monday after all. After a few minutes of waiting, the bus pulled up, it's brakes sqeaking, in all of its glory. As I walked on to the bus, my feet squeaking with every step I made, I looked around and saw that all the seats were empty. Not surprising, as I had the first stop of the morning. I sat in a seat in the middle of the bus. Seat number 14 is what it said above the window. It was my usual spot. As the bus chugalugged down the street, I could see one lonely person standing out in the rain. It was him.
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Marshall's POV. I had just gotten off the tour bus and hopping in this 7-eleven that I hoped had some Red Bull and Nacho's cause after being stuck on that bus for 7 hours and everyone eating up all the food.. I was absolutely starving. I quickly got in the store with my hood down seeing that no one was really around to recognize me but just in case I grabbed all the items that I thought was necessary to make sure I wouldn't get hungry any time soon. Then I went up to the counter and saw the cashier who was busy talking on her phone instead of paying attention to the customers like she should be doing. "Yo, i'm ready to be rung up." I said hoping she would get off the phone. "No, what your ready for is a new hair style, your hair looks like one of those yellow scrub brushes you would buy at the Family Dollar store down the street." She retorted. And that's where it all began..

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